Chapter 231 Taiyue God, the Yi people king

Hexia County.

Central hilly area.

A large group of Yi people with tattoos on their bodies, feathers on their heads, and a sense of barbarism all over their bodies were holding a ceremony.

They twisted around the campfire, holding the body parts of wild beasts in their hands, surrounded by the faint roar of wolves.

The bonfire is blazing, and the meat is hot and oily, sizzling.

The strong aroma spread all around, attracting the coveted eyes of countless people.

At this time, the group of men writhing around the bonfire stopped. Among them, the most majestic man with the most beautiful feathers on his head stood up, walked to the bonfire, took out a knife and cut the meat.

Cut the tenderest part of the deer's head into small strips and put them in your mouth to chew.

The oil spreads freely in the mouth, tender, fragrant and delicious.

After swallowing, Shen did not cut the meat anymore, but looked back at everyone.

Seeing that everyone was watching eagerly but no one stood up, there was a smile on his rough face, and then he began to cut the venison.

"Envoy Kong Shang, you are the envoy of God Taiyue, this is yours."

He pierced the heart of the venison in his hand with a knife and handed it over.

Kong Shangshi, as he respectfully called him, took the meat without changing his expression, but did not eat it. He just looked at Shen with cold eyes.

Shen smiled and cut off another piece of meat, "Baghdad! You are the bravest among us, this piece of meat should be yours!"

The man named Baghdad walked out of the eight people at the front. It must be said that his body was really tall, and his yellow hair made him look a little ugly.

"Thank you, King."

After saying that, he started biting into pieces.

"..."

One by one, after all eight people had received a piece of meat, Shen stabbed a knife into the body of the roasted deer, which was all that was left, and rewarded it to the remaining people.

This grand event has just begun, and there are still nine tribes outside, as well as countless people from small and medium-sized tribes who are cheering and celebrating.

In the luxuriously decorated wooden house, Shen licked his lips and looked at Kong Shangshi in front of him.

"The God of Taiyue has given an order to open the road to the mountains in the south and send someone to protect it."

Shen patted his chest and said, "No problem, I heard what I'm doing."

Looking at Shen, Kong Lide looked deeply, but still didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the wooden house.

When he walked out of the wooden house, Shen's expression changed immediately, "Taiyue God... Taiyue God... Haha, Taiyue Sect!"

"Your Majesty, to borrow a saying from the Xia people, a little impatience can ruin a big plan."

A weak female voice sounded from behind, and an old woman wearing coarse clothes and holding a strange wooden stick in her hand came out.

"Witch Festival."

Shen's attitude towards this old woman was obviously much more respectful.

Old woman: "Now that you have gathered the general trend of our Yi people, take your time. The civil strife of the Yue people will not be easy to end. You should pay more attention to your own strength now."

Shen stirred up his energy and blood, and the tattoos all over his body moved on his body as if they were alive, "Witch Festival, I am already in the muscle and bone realm now, and with the totem witchcraft you taught me, I feel that even if I am in the Yue people I can also touch the internal organs. With such power, can’t I still resist the Taiyue Sect?”

The wizard shook his head, "I don't know either. Our clan's inheritance is severely lacking, but you are our clan's only hope now. If you can't afford it, don't take risks."

"Then, how long do I have to endure it?"

"Come on, I've calculated it. The Taiyue Sect has a tendency to go south. Within this year, you need to endure it until the Taiyue Sect leaves."

Taiyuezong is leaving?

A smile appeared on Shin's face.

Since the world was in chaos eight years ago, he has been moving forward bravely for the safety of the Boyi tribe, killing the leaders of other tribes, and growing stronger.

Fortunately, he was able to survive all the way thanks to his natural divine power and the skills of the cultivators.

Later, an opportunity came. He unexpectedly married the daughter of the leader of the Qing tribe and attracted this Yi tribe shaman. Only then did he realize that the Yi tribe also had a heel.

Later, he crusaded everywhere in the hills, and finally became the true king of the barbarians in the fourth year of the Yue people's locust disaster. Then, he also met the messenger of the Taiyue God who had been ruling them...

The so-called Taiyue God is a belief that has gradually spread among the Yi people in the hilly areas in recent decades. It has replaced the original natural belief of the Yi people.

Mainly because of the powerful force and loose creed of its messengers, the Yi people who advocated force easily accepted this belief.

However, this kind of belief is not so friendly to the Yiren King...

Recalling the humiliation that day, Shen's face turned black. However, to become a king, Shen is not a brainless person. "Okay, I will endure it until they leave."

"By the way, Witch Festival, the envoy just said that he would open the road to the mountains, does that mean this is happening?"

"Maybe. In short, be careful in everything. The Yue people's conquests are extremely cruel, and more and more people are dying. Maybe we, the Yi people, can also occupy a place in the future, provided you can endure it!"

Shen nodded, unable to help but fantasize about walking out of the hills and occupying the land.

The witch priest nodded and recalled the results of his divination when he used witchcraft.

There is still some uncertainty in my heart.

It should be...migrating south, right?

…

The highest mountain in hilly terrain.

In the glorious hall named Taiyue.

"Qiu... Yishan, Yishan is your word."

In the rich voice was the sigh of seeing the young man.

Below the main hall, a red-haired young man had a smile on his face, "That's right, senior, he is named by the elders in the family."

"Well, I didn't expect that you still keep these. I thought you had forgotten them."

Above, on the stone seat, a man dressed in bright yellow robes, with a straight and strong body and domineering eyebrows looked at Qiu Yishan with a bit of disdain.

"Senior Feng, why do you say that? We have never forgotten our origins."

"Haha, then how could they accept a Yan Ren? It's simply ridiculous."

Feng Tai said directly, without any concealment.

"What on earth do you want to do?! Our Xuantian Dao"

The black-haired boy Zeming was already furious. In his opinion, why should a group of guys who were trapped in the hills look down on them?

You have forgotten your origins. Isn’t your origin very noble?

They're not all a bunch of lost dogs!

Qiu Yishan's expression changed drastically, "Zeming! Kneel down!"

"Haha, they are really barbarians."

Feng Tai sneered, and everyone around him looked at Qiu Yishan and others coldly.

But he didn't take action.

Qiu Yishan was stiff all over.

Not taking action doesn't mean it's a good thing.

These people still adhere to the rules of hundreds of years ago and are not taking action now just because they are barbarians and are not looked down upon.

Not even a human being!

These conservative old antiques!

Qiu Yishan cursed in his heart, but his face gradually returned to calm, and he bowed his hands.

This time, the ancient ritual was performed!

"Senior Feng, this junior is here to form an alliance with senior on behalf of Xuantian Dao, Yinming Palace, Phoenix Palace, Guanghan Taiyin Palace, and the Seventy-two Cave of the Southern Wilderness!"

When Qiu Yishan categorically said the names of one force after another.

Feng Tai, who was above him, finally looked serious.